With so many days of practice before, boiling eight-treasure porridge is a small case for Jiang Feng, and it is not a problem to use two things at all.

Continue to cut the ingredients in front of the cooking station, and let the eight-treasure porridge slowly cook by itself in the casserole, and the time will soon reach 10:30 in the morning.

Wu Hanxue came to the back kitchen of the healthy stir-fry restaurant.

Jiang Feng panicked.

During this time, Wu Hanxue clocked in the back kitchen of a healthy restaurant on time every day, and went to work to cook vegetables, which made many A students think that the healthy stir-fry restaurant hired a Sichuan chef, and everyone was accustomed to his arrival.

But today is different.

In the past, Wu Hanxue's identity was the father of a good friend, and now Wu Hanxue's identity is his girlfriend's father, and he is the father-in-law if rounded up.

If there's a slight mistake, you'll call the wrong daddy.

Now that the spring bamboo shoots are on the market, the fried meat with bamboo shoots or fried bamboo shoots with pickled vegetables in the store are selling hotly, Jiang Feng was cutting the spring bamboo shoots, and he saw Wu Hanxue walking into the back kitchen, followed by Wu Minqi.

Jiang Feng was thinking quickly in his mind about what I should shout, whether to call Uncle Wu, or uncle, who is big and who is small Wu Hanxue and Jiang Jiankang, what should I call them, is it difficult to call them-

Father?

Is it a bit too fast to call dad directly? But is it called uncle or uncle? I have always called my uncle before, and I haven't seen him refute it, but Wu Hanxue doesn't look like he is older than Jiang Jiankang, so if he calls it wrong, he won't deduct impression points and it will be embarrassing, and if he doesn't call it, it will be very impolite.

It's not good, Wu Hanxue has already looked at his side.

Jiang Feng was flustered, the edge of the knife was deflected, and the spring bamboo shoots were not cut and gave him a knife in his left hand.

"Oops. Jiang Feng's left hand was suddenly covered with blood.

"What's the matter with you kid, you can still cut your hands when you cut a bamboo shoot!" Jiang Jiankang suddenly became anxious, looking at the extent of the bleeding on Jiang Feng's left hand, it was quite big.

There is an emergency medical kit in the store, which contains iodine wine, gauze and cotton swabs, and Ji Yue has scratched his hand once when he moved the table before, Wu Minqi knew the location of the medical kit and hurriedly ran to get it.

Also coming back with her was Wang Xiulian.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Who, ouch, I'll go, Xiao Feng, what's wrong with your hand? Do you cut your hand with this knife? The wound is not deep, do you want to go to the hospital? Is your hand okay? Aren't you going to have a game next week, what can you do now? Otherwise, let's abstain?" As soon as Wang Xiulian came in, she saw Jiang Feng's bloody left hand, and when she opened her mouth, there were a series of questions.

Wu Minqi opened the medical box, Wang Xiulian took out gauze, cotton swabs and iodine wine, and skillfully cleaned and bandaged Jiang Feng's wound, while bandaging it, she thought to pieces: "No, why did you still cut it to the tiger's mouth? Where did you cut it with this knife? I look at this wound a little wide, or let's go to the hospital, what if it becomes inflamed and infected!"

"It's okay, Mom, it's not deep. Jiang Feng can still judge whether the knife he cut just now is deep or not, after all, he is a chef, he cuts himself from a small to a large one, and he doesn't know how many knives he has cut by himself in his left hand.

It's just that this knife is a bit ruthless.

"Okay, don't cut vegetables these days, don't stir-fry vegetables, let your dad cut it, your dad fry it, and you can concentrate on cooking your porridge. Wang Xiulian commanded, and the bandaging was completed.

"Why are you so careless. Wu Minqi looked at Jiang Feng's bandaged left hand with some distress, "How many years have you learned to cook, and now you can still cut vegetables, fortunately, you are going to cook porridge in the finals, otherwise you really have to abstain." ”

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt, it's scary to look at, just raise it for two days. Jiang Feng comforted.

Deprived of the right to cut vegetables, Jiang Feng squatted by the stove and guarded the eight-treasure porridge with peace of mind.

Bring to a simmer over low heat, and you will have to boil for at least two hours before it comes out. Although Wu Hanxue looks at Jiang Feng very unpleasantly now, even if he cuts himself, he looks very unpleasant, but he has to admit that Jiang Feng's level of porridge is really high.

He was ashamed of himself.

It would be nice if Jiang Feng was a white case master, and Wujia Restaurant happened to be developing a white case business recently.

Wu Hanxue thought about it while tying an apron and taking a kitchen knife to help Jiang Jiankang process the ingredients together.

Because he cut off his left hand, Jiang Feng was not only deprived of the right to cut vegetables, but also deprived of the right to stir-fry, and because he only had one hand, he was deprived of the right to go to the lobby to serve vegetables and clean up by the way.

During lunch hours, everyone was too busy to touch the ground, but Jiang Feng was more leisurely than the diners who came to eat, and he was dedicated to cooking this vital eight-treasure porridge by the stove.

After the meal, Fang Zheng quietly arrived.

Although the two have already negotiated cooperation, Fang Yu, the big boss of Fang Ji Porridge Shop, who was the former overlord of the food street, is still reluctant to come to eat in the healthy stir-fry restaurant that robbed him of his throne.

Jiang Feng boiled a large casserole of eight-treasure porridge, the amount was very large, if Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian did not exceed the level of performance, they would not be able to drink it all.

Fang Zheng saw that Jiang Feng's left hand was wrapped in gauze, and everyone was a little confused, thinking that it was still fine when he came in the morning, why was his hand still injured when he came at noon.

Boiling porridge when cooking?

"The child was not careful in his work, and when he was chopping vegetables in the morning, he got distracted and cut his hand, which frightened me and her mother. Jiang Jiankang explained, enthusiastically scooping porridge for Fangzheng.

"You can't get distracted when chopping vegetables, my wife used to be distracted when chopping vegetables, so I didn't dare to let her cut vegetables. Fang Zhengdao took the porridge.

The temperature is just right, just in the mouth.

"Ding, complete the side quest [Founder's Appreciation] to get the quest reward item: the secret recipe of preserved egg and lean porridge, please ask the player to get the secret recipe by himself. ”

Jiang Feng: ???

You have to rely on yourself to get the task reward, so I want you to have a fart for this broken game!

Jiang Feng hesitated, what should he say?

Master Fang, I would like to ask you what is your trick to making preserved egg and lean pork porridge?

Master Fang, can you teach me how to make a porridge with preserved eggs and lean pork?

Master Fang, I encountered a little problem when I was boiling preserved egg and lean porridge this morning, can you please give me some advice?

Jiang Feng was struggling in his heart, but Fang Zheng spoke first.

"Xiao Feng, I'm not wrong, it should be this name. After getting Jiang Feng's affirmative nod, Fang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, "emmm, I want to ask, which brand of osmanthus candy you added to the eight-treasure porridge?"

is worthy of a master with more than 20 years of experience in making porridge, and you can taste the difference between the osmanthus candy in the eight-treasure porridge and the one sold on the market in one bite.

Fang Zheng was a little embarrassed as soon as he asked, he could eat this eight-treasure porridge tasted so good, in addition to Jiang Feng's superb skills in making porridge, there was also the addition of osmanthus sugar, but this kind of thing is usually not passed on when others cook porridge, and it is really a bit unruly for him to ask so rashly.

There are even some suspicions of bullying Jiang Feng as a junior who doesn't know how to do it.

"Needless to say, I just ask casually, not necessarily needing to know. Fang Zheng hurriedly remedied, afraid that Jiang Feng would be embarrassed.

"There's nothing inconvenient, my dad bought it in the commercial street next to Caida, it was made by an old gentleman at home, I have the old gentleman's WeChat, he also sells osmanthus candy on WeChat, if Master Fang needs it, I can give it to you." Jiang Feng said, "By the way, there is still a jar of osmanthus candy in the refrigerator, do you need it, Master Fang?"

"That's so much appreciated. Fang Zheng was ecstatic.

Jiang Feng led Fang Zheng to the back kitchen to get osmanthus candy, thinking about how to open his mouth as he walked, and asked the trick of boiling preserved eggs and lean porridge.

Isn't it a bit rude to ask directly?

However, he also told Fang Zheng the trick of boiling eight-treasure porridge, which should be regarded as a courtesy!

Jiang Feng was entangled in his heart.

"The preserved egg and lean porridge you boiled this morning—" Jiang Feng was still hesitating how to ask, and Fang Zheng sent it directly to the door.

"Huh?"

Happiness came too suddenly.

"When you turn off the heat, drop a little sesame oil, let it sit for three minutes and then stir well, it will taste better. "Founder Road.

This is the secret of Fangzheng's preserved egg and lean porridge for so many years, and I have never easily taught it to outsiders.

Jiang Feng's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to try it now.

"You can try it this afternoon, and if you have any questions, come to Fang Kee Porridge Shop to find me. "Founder Road.

With a smile on his face.

The secret recipe of preserved egg and lean porridge, get!